#does this go in the pee tag because of how much i talk about the pee ?

[dirt-str1der]

Kazumaji date idea: after kiryu gets settled to life running the orphanage he remembers majima exists and calls him to ask if he needs a vacation and majimas like (so fucking tired) YES and leaves nishida in charge of daigo (“Oyaji where are you going ??!? What will i tell the men??” “How the fuck should i know?? Figure it out!!!!!”) and kiryu introduces him to the kids and brings him around town and shows him the best eateries and bars and beats up some hooligans and majima gets so horny watching kiryu crush some guys skull with a metal trashcan and then throw him into a canal that he starts cackling maniacally and pulling out his knife and kiryu is like (secretly thrilled) not this again. Anyway while theyre both stinging with the cuts and bruises afterglow kiryu brings majima to the beach for a romantic sunset walk (majima treated the kids to a bunch of takeout so kiryu didnt have to cook and kiryus like “thank you ... ill pay you back”and majimas like “naww this is my thank ya for showin me such a good time”) and they leave their shoes at morning glory so they can play in the water and majima gets stung by a jellyfish and kiryu has to pee on him

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

Princess | Short #1

There's something happening between you two.

Tags/Warnings: Wolfdog Hybrid!Jungkook, Showdog Hybrid!Reader, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff?, Brat!Reader, Jungkook has major brat tamer energy, reader has some issues

Length: 1.6k words

A/N: I will force feed you this AU and you will like it 👿

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Despite Jungkook having agreed to help you, he still continues to work on that choreography the same way as before, ruthlessly pushing you further and further despite your very much constant complains.  

Apparently, according to him, it’s not about the whole contest anymore. But instead, to teach you ‘something’. What it is, he won’t say- but you’re sure that’s all just an excuse anyways to torture you.  

But you’re not going down so easily.  

“How many times do I need to tell you that you have your own snacks?!” Jungkook complains, showing the empty bag of crackers to you, at the sight of which you simply sit in the middle of the practice room, tail happily wagging as if you don’t even know what he’s talking about. “And I’m sure you drank my water too.” He accuses, and you just shrug.  

“Maybe.” You answer. “The crackers sucked though. Way too bland. Do you always just eat old people snacks?” You question, irritating him further. It’s clear that you’re testing your boundaries with him, and most of all his patience- because lets be real, its funny as hell to make him angry. Mostly because you know he’d never actually get too upset with you- if he was to ever do so, you’re sure he’d give you a fair warning way before that line has actually been stepped over.  

Though, clearly, you’ve not really realized yet that you two have actually become closer up until this point- and that also means that Jungkook no longer tries to stay as far away as he can from you.  

So when he returns to the practice room with new snacks of his own and a bottle of sweet electrolyte juice, you’re already up on your feet, happily looking what he’s got himself- before he suddenly takes off his hoodie, catching you entirely off guard and freezing you in place for a good second, because wow. 

He’s got an extensive collection of art beneath the skin of one of his arms up to his hand even, and his physique is definitely also not to be played around with. Years of serious dancing and working out have clearly created the man he is today-  

And suddenly, your world is dark for a good second, as he pushes his hoodie over your head.  

You’re confused, when he suddenly pulls on the sleeves your arms are not yet pulled through, as he instead ties them behind your back, successfully immobilizing you. He picks you up and sits you in one of the chairs after he's done, leaning in close once you're seated, summoning the audacity to smirk at you.  

“Timeout, you gremlin.” He tells you, before he sits down next to you to eat his food, all while you can’t do anything but watch, wide eyed and completely confused.  

And instead of arguing, you just pull in your legs after toeing off your shoes, pouting to yourself while enjoying his scent. You’d never openly admit it, but he does smell nice- both the laundry detergent he uses for his clothes, and, well, his own scent. You blame it on the fact that throughout your career until now, you’ve barely had any close interaction with another male hybrid like this- so it’s probably just the fact that you’re not used to this.  

“Take it off.” You demand, and he shakes his head.  

“Nop.” He denies, and you swing your legs on the chair as you’ve let them fall down again.  

“I need to go pee.” You tell him, and at that he sighs, before he unravels the sleeves- 

Just for you to slip your hands through them, and steal his bottle of juice as you run into the hallway, hearing his footsteps loudly right behind you, hand having slapped against the door you’d tried to swing close behind you. You don’t get very far when he suddenly grabs the back of the sweater, pulling you closer again to try and lift you. “No- No no, I really need to go pee!” You deny, standing in front of him now after having avoided his grip.  

“Alright, let’s go then.” He says, grabbing the hood of the sweater to drag you to the restrooms, taking the bottle away from you. “Go pee.” 

“I don’t have to anymore.” You say, and he narrows his eyes at you.  

“Too bad.” He denies. “Go squeeze something out, I’m not gonna take you again.” He threatens, and you reluctantly go anyways, before you re-emerge, glaring at him, until you have an idea. He watches as you stand in front of him, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes, and holding your arms out upwards to him. “What.” He asks, arms crossed.  

“Carry me?” You ask, and he thinks about it for a good second, before he agrees.  

“Alright.” He nods. 

“Wait, really?!” You ask, surprised- when suddenly, your world is upside-down, with him carrying you over his shoulder, one arm holding onto your legs so you don’t tip over and fall off his back. And he hears you laugh about it most of all, your fluffy, curled tail wagging right into his face if it wasn't for his other hand holding it down as well, his own lips turned into a smile.  

Because honestly, this is what your life is supposed to be like. Happy, fun, and most of all, normal.  

It’s clear to him that you’ve simply never really had any proper interactions before that could’ve taught you how to socialize and get used to general manners- if anything, you most likely always got what you wanted just to have you shut up and be quiet. And eventually, when you grew up into an adult that you are now, things simply had gotten stuck like this. 

The reason why he thinks this, is just how.. Helpless you seem at the simplest of interactions. From simple questions about your hobbies, to normal touches like a hug for a greeting, everything appears to be foreign to you. And you mask that insecurity and lack of understanding with attitude- because up until now, most likely, this must’ve been your best defense. Everyone would leave you alone if you got cranky, and so, these days, you must feel extremely confused and without any direction, considering that this doesn’t work with him.  

But you’ve got to learn. Not just basic manners, but also the fact that not everyone in the world is out to get you.  

Especially not him.  

Back in the practice room, you’re now on his lap, where he’s got your hands behind your back, held by your wrists in his hand, grip strong. “We gotta practice.” You whine, but he knows that’s not what you’re going to do once he lets go.  

“We do.” He agrees. “And we will, once you’ve finished your tantrum.” He tells oyu, and you scoff.  

“I’m not having a tantrum. You’re being an asshole!” You tell him. “Who cares if I eat your snacks? You can just get new one’s!” You complain, and he shakes his head at that.  

“It’s not about that. What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is yours. If I want to take something from you, I’ll ask. If you want something from me, you’ll have to ask as well.” He explains, and you kick out your legs, trying to get off- but he’s got a strong hold on you, so you’re stuck in place.  

“I’m not a child!” You bark, slipping off of his legs to instead lay on the floor now. He raises a brow.  

“You’re sure acting like one.” He says, crossing his arms. “Don’t you have boundaries that you’d like respected?” He asks, looking down at where you’re laying on the floor at his feet, and you stare at him for a second with an unsure gaze, before you slowly sit up, eyes glossy. It’s obvious that sentence must’ve hit a sore spot for you, because you’re visibly fighting another emotional outburst as you try and swallow down any tears that want to escape.  

It’s quiet. Mostly because you don’t want to break down, and he doesn’t want to say anything that might set you off. He hates seeing you like this- but he knows that one way or another, you’ll have to face these things.  

“I’ll respect any boundary you give me.” He tells you. “I promise you that. But you’ll have to do the same for me, because that’s fair, right?” He asks, and you take in a deep breath, before you lean against his leg, head resting against his thigh.  

“I’m sorry.” You mumble quietly, and he reaches out to out a comforting hand on your head. “I’ll be more fair.” You say, and he smiles.  

“Thank you.” He offers, before you look up at him.  

“Can we practice more now?” You ask, and he shrugs.  

“If you want to.” He says, and you nod.  

“It’s.. Actually fun. If you don’t nag all the time.” You playfully argue, making him roll his eyes.  

“I’m just trying to get you to do your best.” He denies, and you smile brightly at that, tail wagging on the floor, a sight he’s come to really like.  

“Thank you.” You say, and for the first time, he has to admit- 

You can actually be really fucking cute, if you want to be. 

[littlest-dark-age]

Crawl on me, sink into me, die for me

Headcannons for perv!dark!eddie

tagging my bby who helped me brainstorm a fuck ton of this @omenhel

listen to while reading : rot away by jesse jo stark

tw for scent kink, possessive eddie, cry baby eddie, slight manipulation, mentions of periods and sanitary products, slight stalking mention, holding his dick while he pees, somno, pillow humping, slight cnc, anal, face sitting, wet dreams, cockwarming, mentions of a fleshlight, if I missed any please let me know

He would try to subtlely sniff you whenever the two of you would hug. Tucking his face into your neck and playing off his deep breath as a sigh of happiness from the affection. Thinks you smell so much better without any type of spray or deodorant on. Thinks your natural smell is much more pleasing, and loves it.

Constantly stealing little trinkets from your room/house. Used lip balm, partially ate bag of snacks, the lotion you use after you shower, underwear etc. He has a little unmarked box in his closet with everything collected. Plans to set up a display in the corner of his closet. Arranges "pictures" of the two of you for it, they're just clippings of different pictures of the two of you separate that he put together and created false scenarios for.

Eddie gets worked up whenever he sees what he thinks is you flirting with other people. Tears well up, lips poked out in a pout as he practically steams while you talk to them. When you're done, he looks at you with his big brown eyes and asks if you would rather go date them instead of some freak trailer trash. Not believeing you when you tell him that nobody could ever possibly replace him until you give him a kiss and he still clings to you for the rest of the day. Not wanting to let you up even to go the the bathroom, holding onto your clothes as he follows you around like a sad little puppy. Asks if he can come inside the bathroom with you and hold your hand during.

Bribes steve and robin to let him see what movies you've been renting, and for them to keep them back the next time they're free so he can rent them. Using the movies as another excuse to talk to you about anything he can.

Eddie would die if you ever asked to borrow his jackets because you got cold. The sight of you in them making his heart just about beat out of his chest, and later whenever you give it back, the idea of his scent on you has his eyes rolling back.

But on the other hand, he would absolutely steal your clothes as a way to be "closer" to you. Doesn't matter if they're too small and end up crop tops or if they're bigger and end up leaving him drowning in the fabric. He constantly is running his hands over the material, thinking about how many times you've worn it and the fact that you'll probably wear it once he gives it back. Not realizing the fact that he wore it and will be wrapping yourself with it, with him.

If he ever does a favor for you, the only thing he'll ever ask for in return is a kiss. Seeming so happy and smug when he asks for it, knowing you won't say no because what's the harm in a little kiss? None, as far as you're concerned. But it only fuels him and sends him deeper into the dark thoughts in his mind.

Eddie's such a cry baby when it comes to you. He whines whenever you get up from the two of you cuddling, pouting and trying to pull you back by your clothes. Practically has a tantrum like a kid who's favorite toy has been taken when he sees someone else interested in you. Which most of the time, is someone simply trying to make a friendly conversation with you. But Eddie thinks every body in the town of hawkins is trying to take the one good thing in his life away from him and he simply won't stand for it

Thought he went to died and accidentally went to heaven the first time the two of you shared a bed. Sticking to you like glue, no matter how much you might move in your sleep, he would follow and find out a comfortable way to wrap himself around your odd positions. Essentially turning into an octopus with the way he's able to cling onto you.

He can't stand the idea of you getting hurt and him not being able to help. Starts to stash first aid kits and whatever you might need for an injury every where. He doesn't want you going to anybody else besides him whenever you need something, especially when you're in pain or need help.

Will "visit" your work place every few hours to check up on you and make sure you're still there. Hates the thought of not knowing where you are and being able to get in touch with you. It worries him, even though the logical part of his brain knows you're probably simply just busy

(If you menstruate) Eddie would absolutely change out your tampon for you. On his knees, not caring if he gets anything on his hands. Looking up at you to make sure its comfortsble and okay. He'd make sure your pad is right where you need it, checking in with you that its positioned right. Always makes sure your cups are clean and that they sit right. His free hands softly stroking your leg waiting for you to make sure he did it good enough.

If you ever joked about holding him while he went to the bathroom, he would instantly agree. He doesn't see anything odd or weird about it. Gently instructing you on how to shake and everything needed. Now he brings you to the bathroom with him constantly, telling you that he has a special job he needs help with. He considers it, simply couple bonding.

He knows he shouldn't be so obsessed with you, shouldn't want to follow you like a lost puppy. But he can't help himself. Every moment, he realized, is spent thinking about you. If you'd like it if he wore a different shirt, if you needed help, if someone was trying to damage your image of him....

Eddie wouldn't know what to do if you started thinking the same way hawkins does. Thinking that he's a devil worshiper when the only thing he's ever worshiped is you. He would bow at your feet if it would make you happy, would let you take your anger out on him as long as it served you. He can't believe someone like you would let someone like him ever touch you. But he will never take it for granted. Thanking you for every caress of his hair, of every kiss, of every word uttered to him.

Nsfw

About cums in his pants the first time you even so much as lay your legs across his lap, much less sitting in it. He bites back a groan every time you shift ever so slightly, and thinks it's you teasing him about how hard he gets for you.

Has used your hand to jerk off when you're at his and staying the night, while kissing you as you slept.

Constantly sprays your scent on a pillow that's your replacement for whenever you have to leave. Clings to it and even humps it sometimes. About cries when he cums on it because then it won't smell like you when he washes it.

Eddie often sneaks into your bedroom, after a while of dating he convinced you too start to leave your window unlocked in case he ever wanted to surprise you. He "surprises" you a couple of times a week while you're asleep. Carefully climbing in, making sure to keep his steps light as possible. He stands by the window for a moment, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath, before slinking over to you and crawling under the covers. Running his hands up and down your soft legs, his eyes practically roll back as he nuzzles his face into your thighs. Pressing sloppy kisses up to your cunt where he doesn't even bother taking off your underwear and flattening his tongue. Lapping at you while he humps your soft sheets, his hands on your hips to keep you pressed against his face in case you move in your sleep.

Always has his hands under your shirt, sometimes just softly stroking your warm skin. Other times, his hands start to drift up to your chest. Feeling you up with the excuse of his hands being cold, while he pinches and plays with your nipples. Ignoring your whining about him being mean and that he shouldn't be doing it.

Eddie tries to convince you to do anal. Surprising you by pushing his thumb into your tight hole when you're on your hands and knees, slipping his tongue in while he gives you sloppy head. Anything he can do to convince you that he would make it feel good for you and that its not dirty.

The amount of wet dreams he has about you is embarrassing, especially because they're not intense or hard core. Most of the time it's you letting him explore your body and get to know every single inch of it. Or even, him sucking on your chest while you brush his hair out of his face for him.

Cried the first time the two of you had sex, which was his first time. Was nervous about telling you but felt it would be the best option. Stutters out the fact that he's still a virgin and expects you to laugh at him. Shock washes over him when you still climb into his lap, telling him that it's okay and that you'll take good care of him. Gets so loud while you ride him that at first you stick your fingers in his mouth but he's still too loud. You reach over and grab your disgarded panties and shove them into his loud mouth. Eddie clenches his eyes shut at the feeling of the already wet fabric in order to try to not instantly cum but it doesn't help. Loud moans muffled from the fabric and frantic bucking of his hips let you know he's about to cum in you.

Steals your body products all the time. Uses things like your lotion and body wash(if he's in the shower) to jerk off with. Just grins whenever you complain about running out of product. He's tempted to replace the difference in your lotion with his cum..

Will beg on his knees to get you to sit on his face. Head shoved into your lower stomach, grip tight on your shirt while he begs for it over and over. Showing you how desperate he is for your thighs to smother him, how he wouldn't want you to stop even if he was choking. He tells you he needs it like he need the very air he breathes.

"Oh god. Hah, fuck baby. You feel so good. Gonna squeeze me to death. Just like that, fuck yes, love you. Love you so much. No one else can make me feel this way. I'd do whatever you want as long as you let me stay like this! Hah"

Loves and lives for cockwarming, it always makes him feel closer to you. Being able to just be in you while the two of you snuggle or take a nap. He thinks its a good way for the two of you get closer, as if that's what your relationship lacked.

So loud. Just, so loud. He rambles during sex so much. You might get the cops called on you because he sounds like he's being murdered rather than having you ride him. Usually also crying from how overwhelmed he gets, but will pout and look up at you all bleary eyes if you stop. Sniffling and asking if something's wrong, if you'd rather be on bottom. Instantly starts trying to flip you over while his cheeks are still wet with tears becauee he thinks that's what you're asking for.

Went beet red when you found his fleshlight, tucked away in a drawer when you were looking for clothed. He tried to stutter out that it wasn't his but the two of you knew the truth. The tips of his ears turnjng bright red when you tease him and ask him if he uses it when you're not there, if he says your name and pretends its you he's fucking. The only response he can muster up is a shaky nod, hoping you don't notice how hard just talking about it got him. Cries and whines when you make him fuck it instead of you, telling him to show you exactly how he does it. Practically sobbing that he wanted to cum in you while thrusting into the plastic toy.

[agi-ppangx]

💭when you find out you're pregnant with minho

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

word count: 622

tags: non!idol au, estabilished relationship, fluff

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mention of pee (it's nothing weird i promise, the reader is just taking a pregnancy test), a bit of crying, being scared of whatever is gonna come in the future, happy ending

author's note: hii guys, i hope youre having a nice day/night ‹3 today i offer you a soft minho drabble, hopefully you will like it !! totally not proofread lol anyway, feedback and reblogs highly appreciated 🫶🏽

part two | part three

minho returned home with a bag full of pregnancy tests and placed them on a counter in the kitchen. you got up from the kitchen chair to grab them and rushed to the bathroom. "you want me to go there with you, baby?" minho asked quietly, sensing your nervousness. "min, baby, i love you, but i don't want you to see me when i pee on a plastic stick," you responded, trying to lighten the atmosphere in the room. minho chuckled at your words. "fine, i'll be here by the door in case you need me." you nodded and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

when you woke up in the morning, you felt that it was the day you should finally tell minho that your period was late. you were stressed for the past two months, you thought it was maybe because you were overworking yourself and it just caused your period not to show. you tried to relax for the past few weeks, but at this point you knew it wasn't just because you were overworked. you told him and his first impulse was to hug you and then go to the store for pregnancy tests. he seemed calm, like it wasn't a big deal. but inside, minho was terrified. you two didn't plan to start a family right now, you talked about it sometimes, but in your imagination it was supposed to happen much later. but apparently life wanted to surprise both of you.

when you finished and placed all three tests on the sink, you set a timer, then unlocked the door and quietly called minho. you sat by the bathtub, legs placed by your chest. your breathing was uneven, short, shallow breaths escaping your lungs. minho sat next to you, hugging you tightly and rubbing circles on your back with his hand. "how long do we have to wait?" he whispered. "around 15 minutes," you mumbled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. minho hummed to let you know he heard you and placed a soft kiss on your head. "what are we gonna do if i'm pregnant?" you asked suddenly, looking him in the eyes. you didn't cry, but minho could see you were scared. he thought about it for a while and then responded "if you are pregnant, everything's gonna be fine. i'll support you, whether you wanna keep it or not. but either way it'll be okay baby, i love you and i'm sure we can deal with it," minho said, his words causing you to tear up a little bit. you exhaled shakily, your eyes now focused on your hands fiddling with minho's hoodie. it was when the timer went out, signalling both of you that 15 minutes passed. you looked into each others' eyes at the same time. "you ready?" minho asked you and you nodded. he helped you get up and together you went to the sink to check the results. all three tests were positive. "i'm pregnant…" you whispered, tears starting to fall down your cheeks. minho hugged you once again, rocking you gently in his arms. when you calmed down a bit, you looked up at him and smiled. it was when minho teared up as well. "you're going to be a dad, baby," you whispered and kissed him deeply and slowly. when you pulled out, minho placed one more kiss on your nose. "does it mean you're gonna keep it?" he then asked, still quite unsure what you're planning on doing. you hesitated, but then whispered quietly "yeah". were you ready for parenthood? of course no. you were terrified, worried and nervous. but with minho by your side you knew it's gonna be okay.

[tac-bat]

Why I hate how the elders are treated and misinterpreted in a big chunk of the fandom. Rant!

Before we start

I mention fat phobia, and talk about how certain hair types and cultural clothing is described as "food" as a response to what some of the elders are perceived by alot of the fandom. These comments are not only directed at some elders, but many folks who have gotten representation from them are also affected these comments that many thrown around freely.

I’m at my breaking point and will get heated on an array of things but I don’t care

You're entitled to your own opinion, even if i heavily disagree with it. If you don't wanna read then just scroll, because I will rip apart the interpretations I talk about under the read more tag.

If you "don't see this happening" or believe this "doesn't happen" that doesn't mean it didn't happen, Tumblr isin't the only social media I have. I've dabbled in the official Discord, on Instagram, and god forbid Pinterest too, i've seen it all.

Let’s go in order, most issues I have a bone to pick with are more prevalent in some elders more than others.

Daleth

They’re just forgotten, really. Even with knowing what Isle looked like before. Flourishing even, populated seen in the switch trailer and even making an appearance in the Auroras' concert for runaways, they’re pretty much never talked about. And if they are they're just kinda only the butt of pee-paw jokes

Ayin

Their characterization is just confusing to me. I've seen a lot of them portrayed as happy-go-lucky. I’m not saying they can’t be happy, but from what I’ve seen, that’s all they are to a lot of folks in the fandom that I’ve seen. Which really confuses me because in their cutscene they wake up in a daze, notice us, are sort of like "ah, hi," and get straight to work. And they’re gentle, tipping the pot to the butterfly they make to enter. But then there's their orbit cutscene, where they look tired and a tad grouchy after being woken up—not mean, just tired. Again, nothing wrong with it, but it’s pretty one-dimensional to me to just see them as all that.

On a more bitter note, i've seen alot of "fat jokes" or straight up fatphobia in art and comments alike about their body, "Why are they so fat?" -a comment i've actually seen in the discord regarding Ayin. it's disgusting.

Teth

I have so much shit to say about them.

They're not mean simply because they took your light.

"But they snatched it away." Motherfucker, you're looking surface level. THINK!

Imagine you're dead, stuck in limbo for god knows how long, rotting away without anything to do. And you enjoy building and creating, and you were possibly the catalyst for the production of darkstone; your temple could be a goddamn factory for it! So much so that your anvil and hammer are in your constellation; they're a part of you. It’s what you love. And now that you're dead, with no light to fuel, no life to live, forced to sit there with broken shards, it'd bore you, drain you. And then a child appears with a flame; and for the first time in thousands of years, if not more, you can create, build, make something.

And you do.

You take the light without a second thought, regaining your strength and setting to work to help this child pass through your realm to the other elder. You just put all your focus on making the diamond, and when you finish and are proud of it, you send it up to the sky. You’ve created again. And in your orbit cutscene, you're much gentler, no longer bound to that soul-sucking abyss of nothing, so you honour the children who gave you light, your gift. Taking your time and presenting it to them with grace.

That’s what Teth does; that’s what they do. Yes, they seem like a more serious person, but they’re in no way mean. Did they take your light away? Yes. But putting yourself in their shoes for just a moment can make you understand why.

Samekh

I love the twins; I’m a fan of them, and I love Sah in particular with all my being. Which is why this one I will get very passionate about.

It baffles me how those two got the impression of being idiots who share a single brain cell. I don’t mind the jokes, but some people think that’s all they are. Which is just so wrong, like? How can you be so wrong? Would a ruler who built their fucking realm, Valley Triumph of all names, in a goddamn mountains? Would the most prosperous, decorated, and successful realm be led by idiots? Let me repeat that, They built the realm Valley of Triumph, in the fucking MOUNTIANS! Do you know how hard it is to make a city that size in those conditions? MOUNTAINS ARE FUCKING BRUTAL, WITH LESS OXYGEN, EVEN LESS WITH MASK'S, AND FOR HOW UNPREDICTABLE THE WEATHER IS ITS INSANE. Yet valley thrived! They thrived in those mountains, creating impossible architecture, floating buildings, and sports ranging from sliding to flying to manta racing.

Would idiots who share a brain cell accomplish that? No! It's incredible what the twins achieve—an amazing realm and, in my opinion, the capital of the sky. Eden, on the other hand, seems more like a sacred place where you ascend. Not to mention the Citadel? Hello??? It's fucking fantastic; it's incredible how they created such a beautiful realm in the mountains. They wanted races; they got them; they wanted enrichment; they have theatre, gondolas, even the coliseum, and races too.

The twins can be silly and serious, and they are shown to have the same rivalry as all siblings do. But they are not dumb idiots, not in the least.

Tsadi

Tsadi, like Ayins, is just confusing. I’m not too well versed, but I’ve seen iterations of them where they side with "Resh," who is really just a concept art character that has definitely changed from the base game in concept art. Even then, they've never officially appeared in-game; you just have those statues in Wasteland. And in those interpretations of seeing Resh as a full-fledged character, they’re seen as "evil," which I don’t agree with at all. I mention them because most of the time, Tsadi would side with Resh in the war to mant; them seeing Resh as pro-Darkstone in the war (the diamonds Teth makes, and that we light up, basically the main power source for sky), this would imply Tsadi destroyed their realm because they followed the "king." However, their sun shield is right there; based on the memories of wounded warriors, it shows that they were on the "sun side" of their friend. If they we're pro darkstone and was on the same side as the hypothetical "king" wouldn't they have a diamond shield?

"But the spear falling in warrior's and seeds memory could be them," would you expect Tsadi to attack their own realm, where civilians are in warrior memory? Attack their own PEOPLE for the reasons I stated above?

Lamed

Like most of the elders, they're pretty much forgotten. And frankly, I haven’t seen any character interpretations that stick out, so their section is more about how they’re mistreated. Mostly on their headscarf, which is confirmed to be based off a hijab by one of the devs, Ash. Who explains why we should be respectful about it.

And god, so many POC deal with shit already because their hair or cultural clothing are described as food or even worse which many hate. It's disheartening to see almost every joke or comparison refer to Lamed being an "Egg".

More stuff that piss me off

"Bad rulers"

I despise when folks call the elders "evil" or "bad rulers," not seeming to care for their people or even being seen as lazy, which baffles me. Have you watched the vault cutscene?

ALL OF THEM ARE ASSISTING ANCESTORS, AND EVERYONE IS LEADING, GUIDING, OR CREATING THINGS FOR THE ANCESTORS IN SOME WAY.

For fuck's sake, Flight Guide is Ayin's apprentice! Would someone who doesn't care about their people bother with an apprentice? Even a flight guide shares the same pattern on their pants as Ayin, and the same pattern on the flight post's. It's ridiculous how folks can spew the most disproven zero reading comprehension ever when this shit is right here.

And they're not saints; they made mistakes, of course, but I see them wanting the best for their people and the kingdom. But in the process, they made huge mistakes that piled up and spilled over, resulting in the kingdom's downfall. But it wasn’t done out of malice; they tried and messed up big time, but they weren't evil, not one bit.

How many treat Lamed and Teth when it comes to shipping

I can’t stop who you ship; as long as it’s not weird and illegal, it’s whatever for me. Some pairs are not for me because of personal preferences/ familial head cannons, but I do dabble in ships. Yet it’s more mellowed out to me just saying "cute" when I see fanart and moving on. But it irritates me that when Teth or Lamed are shipped with most people, they appear to be more submissive in some ways. I’m not saying they can’t be happy, but to me, in so much ship art, it seems like just because they look more feminine, they’re suddenly almost always a blushing or shy mess, or (and I hate to use this term) a tsundere for Teth in some other cases. But that’s completely my biased opinion.

Fucks sake in my earlier time in the fandom, I was a Lamed/Tsadi fan, but again, it’s mellowed out to me just seeing fanart and thinking it's cute and moving on if it comes naturally. But I didn’t make one meek and the other an alpha male or some dumb shit when I used to draw them as I've seen many do. I mention this because I can see some folks calling me hypocritical for pointing this out. But the reason it irritates me is when Teth or Lamed are paired with someone (who often appears to be masc) almost always seem out of character simply because they're with said person. Which rubs me the wrong way since they are usually almost always seen as fem presenting in many folks eyes. Again, I don't have an issue with the pairs themselves; it just irks me when only their personalities seem to be changed for the sake of it, where it's just out of character.

How some elders greatly overshadow others and leave them in the dust

I'm guilty of this, fucks sake most of my content is twin stuff. And while I can feed on alot of twin content here, many folks who are fans of any other elder's barely get crumbs, even less so with Daleth, Ayin, And Lamed who are pretty much left do the dust. Which I hate because i know why.

The reason, Twins and Teth and even Tsadi are so popular when they others aren't is because they're "conventionally attractive", all are fit, all are gorgeous and can be attractive to many. Yet so can the others be appreciated, yet they aren't. Again, i know a hypocrite because of my blog being mostly twin stuff, yet even blogs like mine that don't focus on a single elder barely draw Daleth, Ayin, and Lamed. It sucks ass.

I think that’s all. I’m just sick of how the elders are treated by everyone.

[reikuto]

⋆ฺ｡*:･CONTENT! modern!au, established relationship, cursing :: guts x gender neutral reader. A/N! been thinking of him recently…i try not to though cause every time i think of berserk, i want to die <3･: *｡ฺ⋆

very serious guy. not much going on in the emotion department. very secret soft side that only comes out when the two of you are alone.

not that he’s mean to you in public, he’s just so 😐. like mf can you smile.

most definitely a gym rat, but not the corny kind. he goes to the gym, works out, and that’s that. once you start dating, you’re happy to tag along with if it means spending time with him.

you literally frown when you learn how he works out (no music, no pre-work out, he just raw dogs it. he’s insane)

surprisingly, he actually likes when you go to the gym with him. it’s a nice change of pace because you’re always shimmying to your music or talking his ear off.

he especially loves it when you praise him for pushing through a difficult rep. also won’t admit it out loud but he loves when you beg him to coordinate gym outfits.

big big foodie. comparing his stomach to an endless pit is an understatement. not picky either, so he’s always open to trying new things and making you try them as well.

he knows how to cook idc. eating out is expensive and he has to keep the gainz. he’s really chill about it tho. you didn’t even know he knew basic survival skills until you went over to his place for dinner for the first time.

like you knew his apartment only had a couch and a tv so your expectations weren’t that high (they weren’t high at all).

but when he had prepared a very simple but DELICIOUS dinner??? you were shocked to say the least.

he’s neutral about pda. doesn’t really care for it but really likes it if you’re the touchy type. let’s him know that you’re proud of being seen with him.

has one of those unnecessarily large trucks that you literally have to climb to get into. it’s embarrassing.

after it rains, he purposely parks in front of huge puddles so that he can watch you try to parkour into the vehicle. he thinks it’s hilarious. you think he’s a dick.

does the one hand holding the bottom of the steering wheel thing when he drives. RAGHHHHHHHHH

also subconsciously touches you while driving. you guys will be at a stop light and his hand will reach over, gently punching or tapping your knee/thigh until the light turns green. you don’t even think he realizes he does it.

stiff ass sleeper. does not move an INCH during the night. it’s sorta weird, but kinda sweet cause he cuddles through the whole night.

he’s a weird combination of a heavy and light sleeper. if you shift to get out of bed to pee, he immediately wakes up. but if you come home and he’s napping, nothing on the planet will wake him up.

likes temple kisses. receiving them mostly. don’t ask, it just feels right.

“wear whatever you want, i can fight” bf

mild 👀 anger issues. patience is a must because he can get really worked up and you’ve gotta be the one to sorta calm him down.

always injured??? somehow, he always manages to make himself bleed.

you’re convinced he injures himself on purpose so he can watch you play nurse (he does sometimes)

he adores when you pout as you clean his cuts, lecturing him about about being more careful.

anyway, dating guts is cool. 10/10 recommend

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Fuck It Friday 🫶🏻

Tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @jeeyuns @thewolvesof1998 💋

Babies, you can’t even imagine the day that I’ve had but I finally did it! I got to the plot twist of the omegaverse office romance fic 🥹

I hope you like it, this is a semi-long one to make up for the past few weeks of not posting as much 🩵

(Story and more tags under cut)

“You okay in there?” Maddie questions, worried about her younger brother. This isn’t like him, to be feeling this way about anything. But she’s always known that he has loved Eddie. Just not that he loved him in this way and right now, she couldn’t show him her honest reaction because this came as a surprise to her.

“I’m peeing on a stick, Mads. It’s not that hard” Buck grumbles and finishes up.

As he unlocks the door, Maddie is already right in his face with a timer and he can feel his heart beating out of his chest, putting the test face down on a cloth on the kitchen counter.

The air is thick with tension as he waits for the result, his mind replaying their heated exchanges from the past few weeks.

As the seconds crawls by, he could feel his mind wandering - it could be true. He could be pregnant with Eddie’s baby.

When the timer goes off, it startles him and he’s too much in his own head to even go near the test.

In a slow motion, Maddie picks up on the test and then places it carefully in her brother’s hand.

Two bright pink lines are staring him in the face, confirming what he feared and hoped for simultaneously. A mix of emotions surges through him - joy, anxiety, and the lingering tension from the argument still etched across his face.

The realization hits him like a tidal wave, and without a word, he sinks onto the kitchen floor, overwhelmed by the implications of this newfound revelation. The news he held in his trembling hands was a delicate secret that could and would shift the course of his life and his relationship with Eddie.

“Guess you were right” He chuckles and feels a warm tear running down his cheek as he stares at the test in his hand. His sister joins him on the floor, wrapping a protective arm around his shoulder, pulling him into his embrace and she can feel his entire body bouncing as he cries, anxiety written all over his scent and face as he slowly sits back up.

He wipes his eyes and a small smile starts to appear on his face, the lines of nervousness slowly fading and they are soon replaced with crinkles around his eyes as his smile widens. This is good news. But the timing is completely off. Expect that he isn’t sure that it would’ve felt better if he and Eddie were still together. Because he isn’t a family man, he never has been. Buck doesn’t even know if he has any because he never talks about them.

“We’re happy, yeah?” Maddie asks carefully as her younger brother moves a bit away from her, test still clutched in his hand. She isn’t quite sure what to make of his reaction - he could also just be smiling because he’s nervous (he does that sometimes). And so she tests the waters, trying to not feed him the words. He needs to come to a conclusion by himself.

“Yes, yeah, we’re happy. I just don’t know-...” He cuts himself off mid-sentence and leans his head against Maddie’s shoulder.

“How to tell him” She finishes where Buck left off and he nods, shifting uncomfortably.

“What if he doesn’t want it? What if it breaks us even more? I can’t-... I can’t lose him entirely, Mads. I’m not ready for that. Maybe I should just not, you know, tell him about it. Keep him from worrying about it”

Buck’s voice is dripping with regret and his omega is whining like crazy because now, Buck is suddenly allowing himself to feel these symptoms as a pregnancy and not as stress. But it would be easier to not tell him about it. Maybe.

Tagging!! @watchyourbuck @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @fionaswhvre @butraura @jesuisici33 @vampbuckley @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @tripleaxeldiaz @malewifediaz 🦋💗

[bougiebutchbitch]

I am sorry but YOUR TAGS ASHSKJSJFADA Naruto faints after his fight with Sasuke and the first thing he does when he wakes up is check if his dick has fallen off

oh my goihsdffskjl -

Flash-fic under cut!

Contains: severe mood whiplash, discussion of transness, and non-sexual, educational discussion of genitalia.

Please for the love of god don't tag as tea.cher/stu.dent

Naruto blinks groggily back to consciousness. Above him, the undercanopy bows under the heavy autumn rain. Drops splatter cold on his nose then dribble over the curve of his cheek, down his neck, and puddle in his collar, like spirits are spitting on him from the sky.

It takes a moment for him to remember what happened (Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke) and another, longer, to get his bearings. He's moving. Being carried, in fact - cradled against a familiar chest, loping through the woodland around Konoha at a pace suited to legs far longer than Naruto's own.

"Hey," says Kakashi-Sensei. "You're going to be okay."

His voice is nice and low. All vibratey too, with Naruto curled against him like this. It should make him feel warm. Reassured. Safe.

Naruto kinda hates it.

He isn't okay. Sasuke's gone, and he failed, even though he promised Sakura, and -

and he fought Sasuke and lost.

Sasuke knocked him unconscious. His head still hurts - this weird, throbbing ache, like he's held his breath for too long underwater. Kakashi-Sensei walks rather than jumping, so as not to jostle him more than necessary, but the cadence of his steps still makes Naruto's stomach roil. Or maybe that's just the sudden, gut-wrench realization of what he's lost.

And he's not just talking about Sasuke.

Sensei warned him, didn't he? If he ever passes out in battle...

Naruto goes sheet-white.

"No! Sensei! Sensei, stop! We need to go back!"

His attempt to jackknife out of Kakashi's grasp is about as much use as a rabbit fighting its way out of a snare - and not just because his limbs feel like balloons filled with jelly. Kakashi-Sensei walks onwards, his grip on Naruto sure and solid, somehow managing to keep him restrained without squeezing tight enough to hurt.

"I'm sorry, Naruto." His dark eye flicks down to him, and Naruto sees an echo of his own sorrow there, twisted in a way he doesn't understand. "I'm not a medic. Being knocked out is no small thing, and you need to be assessed. The priority is to get you back to Konoha - after that, I promise I will do everything I can to locate Sasuke and bring him home peacably - "

"No, no!" Naruto wails, still thrashing. "It's like you said! He knocked me out! He knocked me out!"

The slant of Kakashi-Sensei's eye now reads more as perplexed. "...Losses happen to all of us, Naruto. I'm sure Jiraiya can continue to work on your training, if you're concerned - "

Naruto's next wild swing lands on Kakashi’s jaw. If he were of sounder mind, he might suspect Kakashi-Sensei was indulging him. It doesn't matter anyway - the blow isn't hard enough to make him give more than a mild 'oof'.

"I'm concerned about my dick!" he yells.

Kakashi-Sensei's sandals splash to a stop in the midst of a puddle. A fat rain drop splatters over his hitaii-ate, trickles down, and soaks into the stretchy black fabric of his mask.

Naruto takes the ensuing pause as his cue to continue: "Sasuke knocked me out! And - and you told us what happens when that happens!" He clutches the crotch of his trousers in panic. "What if it fell off? What if we left it there? You can't make me leave my dick lying around in the forest, Kakashi-Sensei - anything might happen to it! What if a deer eats it? How am I supposed to pee if a deer eats my dick?"

Kakashi's eye is, now, twitching.

"Ah," he says faintly. "I - I struggle to see where this... misconception may have arisen. But, ah, Naruto, I really don't think you have anything to worry about - "

"But you said!"

Kakashi-Sensei stares at him. "I am certain I did not."

"You did! After our fight with Zabuza! We dragged you back to Tazuna's and you kept mumbling about how your dick had fallen off!"

That revelation has half of the desired effect: namely, Kakashi lets go of him with one arm, so he can pinch the furrowed skin between his eyebrows. Unfortunately, he strengthens his other arm with his freaky-cool chakra control so Naruto has no chance of escape.

"...I said that?"

Naruto nods emphatically. Then a little less emphatically, because it really hurts his head.

"Yeah! You kept fainting and waking up a bit and then fainting again, and you called me Tenzo a couple times and said your dick had fallen off again like it always does when you faint, but it was okay because you had wraps around the bottom of your trousers. But look!"

He kicks a leg in demonstration. A wet leaf is stuck to his ankle, over the sandal strap.

"I don't wear leg-wraps! My trousers are loose at the bottom!"

It's embarrassing to be talking about this with his weird old Sensei, but Naruto has to keep pressing this point. There's nothing else for it. He can't let a deer eat his dick, dammit! He's already lost too much, today!

"There's nothing to keep my dick in if I faint, Kakashi-Sensei! It might've fallen out, so please, we have to go back - "

Kakashi looks up at the rain-heavy canopy and murmurs something that sounds a little like 'give me strength'.

"Has your dick fallen off before?" he asks, bluntly. "Any time when you've fallen asleep?"

Naruto blinks. "Of course not?"

"Then you'll be fine." Kakashi starts walking again, bearing them back in the direction of Konoha. He's falling into Teacher-Mode - flat sleepy eye and a monotone. "It only happens to a small proportion of the male population. Very rare. In fact, it can only happen if you didn't have a dick when you were younger."

Oh! That was a relief. Naruto let himself slump back into Kakashi's arms, huffing out a breath. He'd always had a dick. Of that, he was pretty sure. Which meant he was okay!

Only... wait.

"No dick? Like a girl?" He remembered that much from the single Biology lesson included on their academy curriculum. He'd spent most of the class giggling over the anatomical diagrams with Kiba at the back.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, went Kakashi's sandals, over the curly orange leaves. Or more like smush, smush, smush, thanks to the rain.

"No. Like a boy without a dick. Some boys get theirs later, and some never get them at all."

"Huh. Cool." He really hadn't been paying attention in the Biology lesson, had he?

But right now, Naruto wasn't in the mood for a lecture. He let the patter of rain wash over them, and the smush smush of soggy leaves, curling tighter against Kakashi's chest like a bright orange pillbug. Thinking of another boy, walking in the opposite direction, towards an opposite destiny. Utterly alone.

"I wonder if Sasuke has a dick," he whispers.

Kakashi stumbles for the first time since Naruto regained consciousness. That's weird - Naruto didn't know elite shinobi did that. Still, his bored expression never changes, and neither does his grip on Naruto's shoulders and legs. "That's a very private thing, Naruto. Not something to speculate on, or ask other people. If they want you to know, they'll tell you." Smush, smush, smush. "...Or, I suppose, they'll blurt something incredibly inappropriate to their young students, while half-conscious."

Naruto cocks his head. "Like you did, Sensei?"

He can tell that Kakashi's grimacing under the mask. "Sorry about that."

Naruto has far more things to be sorry about, today. "I suppose it's a good recap of stuff I forgot from school," he mutters, tugging his jacket sleeves further down his wrists. They're horribly wet and clingy. The rain still sheets around them, loud enough that they have to speak up to be heard, and the cold has sunk through Naruto's skin and into his bones.

He needs to be back in his smelly old apartment, wrapped around his single working radiator. He needs to inhale a bowl of warm ramen. He needs to see Sasuke again.

And he will, he promises himself. He will.

Kakashi glances up at the scant few clearings in the canopy, as if trying to gauge how long the downpour will last from the greyness of the sky. It sucks the colour out of the world, and Kakashi-Sensei doesn't have much of that to start with. He looks like a wet smudge of charcoal. "They don't actually teach a lot of this stuff in school. People are just left to figure it out on their own."

"Eh?" Talking about this is a good distraction from Sasuke, at least. Whenever the conversation lulls, Naruto's mind sinks back down that path, following a raven-haired bastard into the dark. "But that's so confusing! Dicks and no-dicks and girls and boys and - "

"It's only as confusing as you make it, I guess."

Naruto crosses his arms and pouts. "Yeah, well. We're not all smart like you, Sensei. Tell ya what - when I'm Hokage, I'll make sure this stuff is taught properly, okay?"

Kakashi blinks. Then his eye curves in that way that means he's smiling. Thanks to the rain, Naruto can almost - almost! - see the actual expression on his face, his wet mask conforming to the line of his mouth - but he looks away. It feels wrong, somehow, to get a glimpse of Kakashi-Sensei's face if Sasuke's not here to tell about it.

Everything feels wrong, if Sasuke's not here.

"Okay, Naruto," says Kakashi-Sensei, as he carries him out of the forest, into the shadow cast by the Konoha gates. "You do that."

Naruto's fist - the one not buried in Kakashi's flak-jacket, clinging on just as tight as he did on Kannabi bridge - settles over his own heart. He's already sworn to do so much. He'll become Hokage. He'll show Sasuke that he's his equal. He'll keep his promise to Sakura, and he'll bring his lost teammate home.

He supposes it's no big hassle to add another task to that list.

#

Twenty years later, Boruto will walk into his first Sex and Gender Ed class - just another one of many reformations, kicked off by old man Sixth and finalised and streamlined by dad.

For his project, he has to make a presentation on the history of Sex and Gender Education in Konoha, how it's changed, old attitudes versus new. Seeing as he can go right to the source, he grabs grandpa Kakashi and dad and asks them both point blank why they set up the class.

Kakashi and Naruto stare at each other for a long moment.

They're both older, yes. Wiser too - although that's debatable. But there's one truth that remains eternal: that Kakashi is a little shit.

Ignoring all of his student's projected eyebrow-shaped pleas not to go there, Kakashi leans back in his chair, blows steam from his tea, stretches out his achy knee and starts -

"So, this one time when he was thirteen, your dad thought his dick had fallen off - "

[dangermousie]

Farscape rewatch ep 2x09: Out of their Minds

One of my faves and is a rare just plain hilarious ep which is just pretty wild and joyful, though even it manages to have that little heartbreaking moment with D’Argo and Pilot and it’s very on brand that logical talking solves nothing for Zhaan and she has to resort to violence.

But yeah, it’s a very hard ep to discuss, almost as hard to write about as it is fun to watch because what is there to analyze in a goofy, crazy ep where everyone switches bodies?

Of course, it says something that for the Moya crew, switching bodies with each other while on a ship about to be blasted to pieces counts as a good day. In a way it’s parallel to S1’s ‘Through the Looking Glass:’ near death and craziness and off-kilter stuff with a happy ending and we know the angst is about to hit, with the Gammak base and torture. (The same happens in S3. After the lovely, hilarious LoMo ep, it’s all angst from there. S4 doesn’t have that as the whole thing is pretty grim).

Lots of caps and long so behind read more...

  I think OOTM is a wonderful acting ep: the actors must be having a blast and they are pulling off a really difficult feat, acting like each other, and they do it brilliantly. Ben Browder gets Rygel’s intonations down pat, Claudia Black’s imitation of Crichton’s guy mannerisms and the thumb to the mouth is awesome. And Anthony Simcoe’s body posture is spot-on Chiana.

  Another thing I love about this ep is that reactions of the characters are so spot on about what they would do in other people’s bodies but most shows would never go there: Rygel in John’s body needing to use the facilities, John in Aeryn’s body ‘trying out the equipment’ (I love that scene) etc etc. And of course, this ep reconfirms that Moyans listen to John more than to anyone else. Zhaan refuses to follow the plan to change them all back, until she thinks it comes from John (in reality Rygel in John’s body). Though Rygel does show unexpected depths when he talks about revenge being his goal. We forget often that he is a former Dominar, but he is. Hmmm, what else. Zhaan once again proves compassionate but ruthless when necessary. The ending is awesome. One of the funniest, most perfect ones. Chiana and D’Argo finally deciding to get it on:

Love D being bashful and Chi teasing and the dawning look of comprehension on John’s eyes as he watches him running after her. 

And ohhh, the sheer joy of the bit with John pretending to still be Rygel and then going ‘joke, Aeryn’ and she jumps on him and they wheel around the floor, laughing. So much giddy joy.

But yes, as I mentioned I so love that when characters switch bodies, the show brings up the stuff shows normally do not but would totally happen. Like Rygel needing to pee while in Crichton’s body and having no idea how and Crichton (in Aeryn’s body) having to walk him through it. Hilarious but also no other show would go there.

And the way the two of them get to play with each other’s bodies in a way neither probably thought they would. First we have Crichton in Aeryn’s body spellbound by boobs - they jiggle. Ahahahahaha. And then feeling them up as Aeryn in Rygel’s body watches irascibly. This show was WILD.

And of course, they are equal in body curiousity as we see in one of the best tags ever. Crichton saying ‘You gotta walk a mile in someone’s shoes’ and Aeryn replying wryly that she knew what he was doing when he was in her shoes (feeling her up) and his grinning ‘give me a break’ and then her sly little comment that it’s OK ‘you were in my shoes, I was in your pants…’ and his laughing and running after her and just…joy.

I always wondered what the status of their physical relationship before Look at the Princess was. I do think A Human Reaction was a one-off sex thing, but they do seem very comfortable with each other - I bet they are in the not saying or thinking anything on the conscious level (at least Aeryn is only subconsciously thinking about it; John is clearly way more attuned) but giddy stage and it’s so lovely...

[lunarfleur]

Kent Fisher fluff alphabet!

Tagging: @juneberrie @collieflower215

Warnings: none!

Extra info: I love him

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Much like Xavier, he doesn’t mind what you guys do as long as he’s with you.

But normally you’ll go swimming or hand out by the lake. You’ll also take walks or cuddle in either his or your dorm.

If you have any specific hobbies, though, he loves watching you do it. Wether it’s painting or playing an instrument or even something simple like stargaze, he’d suggest that first.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

If we’re talking physically, I can see him being the guy to like admiring your face. He just loves it all; your eyes, your nose, your smile. He likes being able to kiss all over your face.

If we’re talking emotionally, though, he would like having an s/o who doesn’t judge him for being slow. We all know that Kent isn’t exactly the smartest and it really is a big insecurity for him. He thinks it’s nice that he has an s/o who doesn’t make him feel bad about it.

Cuddling-how do they like to cuddle?

You know that form of spooning when one holds the other from behind? Yeah, Kent doesn’t like that one. He doesn’t think it’s close enough.

Typically, when you guys cuddle, it’s like you’re trying to melt into one another. Like, for example, someone laying on top of the other.

When he’s laying on top of you, he buries his face into your neck and does not move. He just stays there until he has a good reason to get up. (Pee before you cuddle him please so he doesn’t have to move.)

When you’re laying on top of him, he traces shapes across your skin and places sweet kisses to the top of your head whenever he feels like it :)

But luckily for you, Kent will find a way to cuddle you no matter how you like to sleep. You can’t escape them.

Date - What was the first date with them like? What is their go-to date? What is their dream date?

For your guys’ first date he took you to Nevermore’s lake for a picnic (assuming the weather was nice). He went out and bought snacks and you guys sat and talked and skipped rocks :,)

But his go-to date is a movie night. He lets you pick the movie because he knows he’ll either fall asleep or spend the entire night kissing your hands and neck.

He hasn’t thought about a dream date enough to have one. He’s the type of guy to say he wants to spend his life with you, so of course he just wants you to be there.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Actually, I see him being quite passive. Not in a way that makes others cringe but like Kent just kind of follows you around and listens to what you have to say. He’s just happy to be there.

Flight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Kent would forgive really easily, as long as he knows that your intention wasn’t to hurt him. He asks you to explain and he listens to what you have to say.

If you both are upset, you have a really long discussion about it. Kent won’t get angry unless you’re angry and he won’t yell unless something pushes him to do so. But even so, Kent yelling at you is rare and he’ll apologize immediately after he realizes he’s yelling.

He won’t let either of you go to bed until everything is okay again. Kent full heartedly believes that neither of you should ever go to bed angry, as it’s bad for the relationship.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

To say Kent is grateful is an understatement. He basically spent his entire life following his sister around. His friends are really only his friends because they’re also his sister’s friends.

But you aren’t dating his sister, obviously. You wanted him. He’s grateful to have you in his life and knows not to take it for granted because it could easily be taken away.

He tells you, too. When no one else is around he quietly thanks you for everything you’ve dome for him. He tells you he loves you more than anything/because he does-and every day he does his best to return the favors.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Not really.

Kent’s an open book and he’s not good at hiding things either. When he knows he can trust you, he’s completely open and completely honest.

If you have secrets that you feel you need to hide, like personal ones, Kent would never force you to tell him. He completely understands. He trusts you to tell him if something regarding your relationship is bothering you. He would never force you to talk.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around?

He’s just a lot less sad, honestly. Because he had you, he isn’t forced to watch other people be happy together and he isn’t forced to feel unwanted.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Sometimes Kent gets worried about other people. He constantly feels like he’s not good enough for you so he gets a bit upset when he sees you talking and laughing with someone you could obviously leave him for.

He deals with it one of two ways.

1) he doesn’t interrupt your conversation, but he comes up behind you and he holds you. He kisses your shoulder and the back if your neck. It’s not to be possessive, though. It’s more like he’s saying, “I don’t care how you feel, I’m in love with them.”

2) he waits patiently and asks you about it when you’re free. It eats him up inside to wait, but he doesn’t want to upset you. He just quietly asks who that was and what you were talking about. You catch on to his jealous ways after a while and it becomes easier to handle.

(He requires kisses and cuddles when he gets jealous)

Kiss - What was the first kiss like?

He was very excited and very nervous.

You were by the lake again, sitting next to each other. You two had gotten into this deep conversation about how you felt about the other and when he felt it was the right time, he said, “I’m gonna kiss you in like 10 seconds, unless you say you don’t want me to.” Then he proceeded to wait 10 seconds before he kissed you.

It was quick, only lasting a few seconds, and very gentle.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Kent falls very easily and very quickly. Also, he’s gonna describe his feelings for you as “love” no matter what. At first it’s, “I think I’m falling in love with them,” and then it’s, “I’m in love with them.” His heart is big and he’s got enough love to spread around the world.

So he waits until he can get you alone. He says it quietly and randomly. You two could have been talking about literally anything and he just went, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? 

Unless something can change his mine, Kent really doesn’t want to get married.

I hc that he and Divina live with a single mom. His parents’ relationship didn’t work out and his dad eventually left.

The whole “til death do us part” aspect of marriage scares him. The thought of it makes it seem like he’s just gonna get trapped.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

-baby

-love

-lover

-my love

-sweetheart

-honey

-cutie

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? 

It’s so painfully obvious.

He’s smiling like an idiot when you even get mentioned. His energy levels get turned up 1000 when you’re around. I mean, he’s practically staring at you with heart eyes.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Kent? Shy? About you? No way.

He practically puts your relationship on a pedestal for everyone to see. He brags about you to all his friends. He has no problem loving on you in public. Unless you specifically tell him that you’re not comfortable with PDA, he’ll love you until you suffocate.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Kent’s a wonderful singer. This helps in many ways.

Exhibit A) he sings you to sleep all the time. He’s stopping in between lyrics to kiss you and he just watches you fall asleep and admires you until he falls asleep as well.

Exhibit B) he gets to serenade you. At school talent shows, choir concerts, etc. he eyes you when he sings love songs and he has this cute lil grin.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s a helpless romantic.

He buys you flowers every time the last bouquet he bought you dies. He buys you chocolates and stuffed animals. He would, indeed, get you guys matching pajamas and shirts (bonus points if you get one that says “I’m with stupid”). He has playlists for you. He slow dances with you in his dorm multiple times a week.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Is that even a question?

Kent wants you to be happy. And, of course, he believes that you can do that yourself. Anything you dream of doing, he’s going to be right there.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Kent prefers routine. It’s less stressful that way. Though, he won’t complain about trying to spice it up every once in a while.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Kent can’t exactly read your mind, but he has a pretty good idea of how you work and how certain things affect you. He keeps those things in mind.

He’s literally the most empathetic person around. I can not express this enough. You’re sad? He is too. You’re happy? So is he. Kent’s mood is affected by the mood of the room.

Vanity - How concerned are they with their looks?

Not really. His appearance doesn’t bother him too much. That is, unless he gets worried that he looks bad next to you. But he doesn’t. How could he?

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Kent likes skin-on-skin contact. He likes feeling bare skin against bare skin.

It’s not meant to be sexual. He just likes the warmth and comfort of being so close.

It’s not rare for him to sneak his hands up your shirt or lift your shirt up while y’all are cuddling so he can lay his head on your stomach.

Xtra- A random headcanon about their relationship.

Kent would die if he ever saw you in his clothes. Just melted. Dead. On the floor. He thinks you look adorable.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He doesn’t. He just sends you a text that says, “I miss you :(,” and he waits while he drowns in his misery to see you again. There really isn’t anything anyone can do.

Zzzz- How are they when they sleep? 

Very cuddly. Very still. Please don’t get up. He can’t sleep without you. Let him rest.

Give him head scratches. Kiss his face while he sleeps. Wake him up with kisses. Love him.

[spoonyglitteraunt]

This is a vent post. Because no-one I usually go to with this stuff is currently awake. So not tagging it and will likely delete it come later today. But I need to put this somewhere lest it builds up more. So you all get to ride this emo train with me.

Just. If medical anxiety, cancer scare, fears around parental death and existential dread for the future are things you can't deal with right now feel free to skip. I don't blame you. I wish I could skip this.

I'm scared. Plain and simple. I'm scared.

My dad has been having episodes of peeing blood and he's finally getting it checked out. Last week he had a scan and they found something. They just don't know what since those scans don't do well with empty organs. They just have a rough size estimate of somewhere between 3 to 9mm. So in a few hours he has an exam to stick a camera up there and go see what's up.

And I'm scared.

I'd been oddly, surprisingly, uncharacteristically chill about it all week. Really not my usual. I was all, no need to stress, chances are it's just a polyp and even if it's not it's not big right? (No I have no concept of what are usual sizes of the T word are and looking it up now would be an extremely bad, no good, terrible idea.) But where I was chill all week, I'm not so much now. As in not at all actually.

It wasn't bad throughout the day, but once night fell it got progressively worse by the hour. While playing a game to distract myself it was still manageable, but once in the dark, trying to sleep, and nothing to focus on. Yeah chill is so far removed from what I am now that it's in another universe entirely. So far it's 7am and no sleep was had. Don't know if I'll get any. I should, because if it's bad news I also won't get any sleep after. But mind is not having it. And the aforementioned no one to talk to doesn't help.

All the fears, all the existential dread. All the everything. Because pitiable as it sounds with how my life has gone he's my rock. My emotional support. He is the one semi functioning cog in this broken down household of a health issues collectathon. And well, my parents are all I have.

It feels like we were finally starting on making some preparation for the future. Starting being the operative word there. As I'm the greyest of grey zones no one knows how to help other than passing the buck. And now I fear it will become a trial by fire as so much of my life has already been. And I'm still as fire proof as dry straw.

Where a few days ago I almost felt like it would be ok. That we'd sort things out, and make plans, and I'd learn. Learn to somehow take care of myself despite everything. Somehow. Figure it all out by the time I'd need it. Somehow. Now I'm right back to feeling small. Small and helpless. And I hate it.

I can't help wondering if I was fooling myself. That I'm just destined to end up bounced around from hospital to hospital to a retirement home, because there are just are no accomodations for people like me. The fact I've once spent five weeks in a hospital room with someone like that. Someone like me, who'd been forced to live exist like that and was pretty much left to waste away. Forever told no one knew what to do with her and she neither belonged nor had a place anywhere. Someone who... well who knows if she's even still alive today. It does not help these fears.

So yeah having a bit of an anxiety meltdown and I can't even go to my parents, which is usually the hack to wrangle the panic demons under control, because they have their own fears without me adding to it. It's just so much.

And I'm scared.

I know all the sayings. All the wisdom. About how worrying about something is putting yourself through it twice. And how stress isn't bad it's just a way for your body to deal with challenges. How you need to stay away from what ifs and only deal with stuff you know. All the grounding and breathing exercises. All the stay in the now stuff. All the advice. But guess how many of those are working right now when I'm posting this ramble online.

You know. Sometimes I envy those of you who believe in a god or a sentient universe or whatever. Because it would be really nice right now to think there was something out there I could appeal to to give us more time. Something I could tell, well listen, buddy. Whoever might be up, or down, or triple sideways loop the loop style out there somewhere. I'm not saying we won't still have to have a talk when I arrive wherever, but if you make sure it isn't bad news, idk. Just keep a receipt or something, and I will probably go from very pissed, to strongly worded letter, maybe even begrudging acceptance, when we do get round to that talk.

It would be nice.

But I don't.

So you all got this vent instead.

[piqued-curiosity]

hi ive just peaked. ive been questioning the trans rhetoric for a while but after the mass shooter situation i can't support this community anymore. not the shooter, but the community reaction to it is what peaked me. how could they watch kids be gunned down and worry about themselves??? i feel so awful, i have normal trans friends, but the movement as a whole is just so sexist and self centered i cant support it anymore. im so sorry, ive been drinking but i need to get this off my chest, i feel like an awful person but the trans community makes me sick rn. i think everyone should live a life free from legal discrimination but im done campaigning for them and making myself small for them. as a radfem who has peaked, what do i do now? i feel so lost and angry...

Hi!

First of all, I’m sorry that you have to feel this way. You are not a bad person. It’s okay to question your beliefs and change them, and as long as you aren’t advocating for the harm or death of trans people (which nobody here does), you are not hateful and are not harming people. You just have different beliefs.

The feelings you’re describing are so familiar to me, because it’s exactly what I was feeling when I peaked. It was the homophobia, sexism, and reaction to the Chris Chan debacle that did it for me, and I felt lost and angry and guilty as well. It’s hard to manage the first two feelings…you’re going to feel angry for a while, especially as you begin to notice more and more flaws with the movement. Because peaking isn’t just a one-time thing, it’s ongoing. Speaking from experience, the deeper you dive into this community, the more sexism and homophobia you encounter. It really is like the iceberg analogy, with the tip being the normie “I’m just more comfortable as a boy/girl” trans people, and the bottom being telling homosexuals we need to be attracted to the opposite sex, sending women death and rape threats, trans identified males having fantasies about raping “terfs”, etc. I just reblogged a post that talks about this, how it starts with “we just want to pee!” Which gets well-meaning LGB people and our allies on their side…but quickly spirals into always demanding more.

So unfortunately, the anger won’t go away. But the feelings of being lost will. I would encourage you to do what I did, which was make a blog here. Make a post asking any questions you have about gender criticism or radical feminism, and post it in tags like #radblr, #terfs please touch, #terfs do touch, #gender critical, #radical feminism, #LGB drop the T, etc. I quickly found that women here were very open to answering the questions I had, and it really helped me get my mind around the whole gender issue, and eased me into feminism (I don’t consider myself a radfem though, just adjacent). Don’t put much effort into the blog at first, just have it be a no-obligation filler thing to get your feet wet. I found that also helped with my guilt as well. Because I wasn’t going full “terf”, I was just asking questions. And any ideology that is worth believing allows questions, even difficult ones, to be asked (but of course, gender ideology does not allow even the simplest of questions to be asked). Just having a place to read what other women were saying and to engage with them made me feel so much less alone, and assured me I wasn’t the only one in the world thinking this way. It kept me sane while I was coming to terms with the fact that the community and ideology I had so passionately defended, was a giant mass of homophobia and sexism that hated me for being a lesbian.

And again, I cannot stress enough that you have nothing to be guilty for. You are not an awful person.

Here are some YouTube channels I can recommend:

Looking through some of their videos might help you wrap your mind around this whole thing and ease some of your feelings of being a bad person and of being lost.

There’s so much I could say to somebody who’s in your position, and I’m not sure if I’ve said it all but I did my best with just telling you what came to mind first. I really hope this helps, and if you need, please feel free to either send more asks with your questions or DM me. And others please feel free to reply or reblog with your thoughts.

I wish you the best in navigating through this, because I know it’s difficult!! 💕💖💕💖

[soyces]

Morning Tea (Johnlock) Pt 2

tags- fluff, angst :)))))

Chapter One(Sherlocks point of view)

I  wake up to the sound of the kettle whistling and footsteps. But I don't move because I almost physically cannot, my head is pounding almost as if I were talking to Moriaty or Anderson…god do they give me a headache. I struggle to get up from my bed which seems to be filled with clothes and some sort of wrapper? I put the pieces together and realized that I must have slept with someone from the bar- but these were not only my clothes…but Johns? I sit up rather quickly and scan the room which is quite hard when you feel like you have just been hit in the head with a hammer. I crawl from the bed to my clothes and manage to put my trousers on with much effort and energy. I scatter through the room to find my dressing gown and stumble my way to the loo. As I'm sort of walking I can hear John making his way to the window, I glance at him then quickly look back at him once more. Has he always looked that way? I wasn't sure what he looked like but he looked nice? I don't think I've ever referred to him in that way… I shake my head and try to focus on something important rather than how a person looks. Peeing. Yes, let's try completing that without cracking my skull open. As I walk in I glance in the mirror and realize how dreadful I look so I quickly fix my hair. As I'm looking at myself in the mirror I think about John, specifically what his clothes were doing in my room…did he leave them there? Did he sleep in my room? My brain struggles to put the puzzle together almost like a riddle, I've never liked these guessing games, and was never good at them either. One thought that pops into my head is that maybe John was the “mistress” from last night…but I erased that thought and finished doing my business( i dont think youd want to know the details…) and I stumbled to the kitchen. I tried to stay quiet but ended up tripping on one of my wires connected to my glass capsules filled with something I cannot remember now. But I don't think I want it touching my skin- I hear John say something but it sounds muffled and loud at the same time? I respond 

“Shhhh- just…quiet please John” I almost dont recognise my own voice…and my breath is horrible lord- I try to put the kettle on but trip yet again and fall onto the cold kitchen floor. I can hear John rush over to me as he notices the situation. I notice a small smile curl on his face and that's all my mind is filled with. His smile, it's always been there but I'm only now noticing how pleasant it is to look at- I snap back into reality and hear John say something and then I hear myself asking for his help. Then before I know it I'm in my chair and John is hovering over me. I feel a bit annoyed with myself for not being able to make tea for god’s sake- I look around our lounge, looking at all the scattered papers and bullet holes i left in the wall, the faint smell of tea and cigarette smoke lingers in the air. I’m just hungover, big time. I can hear John and Ms Hudson chatting in the kitchen. I've never really seen the point in small talk, if you're going to talk, make it something important, not something about the weather! After I finish complaining to myself I realize John has made me a cup of tea. Eargrey with a little bit of honey. I awkwardly thank him and watch him sit in front of me. We sit in silence as we drink our tea looking at seemingly nothingness before John decides to speak. 

“Do you have any memory of last night?” He asks with a certain tone that makes it seem he’s been racking his brain about this topic all morning the same way I have been. There's a pause and I take a breathe then start to speak. 

“Well…from what I put together is that we went to a bar…for my birthday. We drank, a lot-”

“Yeah I got that much…”

I sigh “Alright… And we spent a lot of time in the bar and- well..”

“My clothes were in your bed, yes…”

I pause once again, I know he's not an idiot but he seems upset- does he regret it…? I notice he's running his hand through his hair and looking a little more angry but I cannot seem to figure out why… I mean sure the situation is awkward but I don't see a reason to be angry. He puts his mug down and looks up at me, his face is puzzled and upset. I notice him wanting to say something but going silent suddenly. 

“Yes…?” I ask to try and make him feel less awkward about saying anything.

“This can never happen again. We are partners, friends, colleagues but we cannot be more-” He says in a tense and angry voice. His words seem to hit me hard and I am unable to understand. My face scrunches up with confusion and a little bit of sorrow. 

I open my mouth to say something but stop myself to collect my thoughts that have started spinning in my head like a washing machine. Then I finally said something.

“Do you…regret it, John? I ask, looking at my feet and twiddling with my mug.

He grows silent. Oh god- He regrets last night…

“I-...You wouldnt understand why-” He suddenly speaks with a tense yet soft tone, not looking me in the eye. My stomach sinks…why wouldn't I understand? Is this about Mary…?

“Try me.” I say putting my mug down and clasping my hands together as I lean back in my chair.

He’s still silent, he is not saying anything and it's getting on my nerves. I should be more patient with him. But I can't help getting angry at things I don't understand, especially when it comes to John. Then I hear him sigh and start to say something.

[apoptoses]

DA here, reporting for duty 🫡 just finished reading Angle of Incidence and dear LORD talk about committing to the bit!! And by this I’m of course talking about Armand playing doctor with a type of intensity worthy of a former theater director. The theater kid JUMPED TF OUT. Such perfect characterization. Despite the tags (which really shouldn’t stop anyone from reading this), it very much felt like quintessential Devil’s Minion. The dynamics, how they played off each other perfectly, all the time. Unhinged and weird yet intimate and tender, always wanting to probe deeper into each other’s depths (quite literally at times). It’s always been about intimacy. Honestly I went into this not exactly knowing what to expect and even though I felt like I could physically feel Daniel’s discomfort at times (which is all on you and your amazing skills as a writer) I was 100% into it all the way through. “How he would make it worse, Daniel didn’t know”, I am Daniel, Daniel is ME lmao I was in pain!!! Armand going off on his bladder rant like he had no fucking clue Daniel had to pee sent me over the edge lmao what a little shit. “He played dumb so beautifully sometimes” sajdhksasdja pulling the puss in boots face in the middle of an ultrasound I CAN’T!!! “And you’re being a difficult patient, sitting here and swearing at me”, Daniel asking Armand if they could take the speculum home lmfaooo I could quote this all night long, I really could. Banger after banger. You truly did it again, took me on a whole psychosexual journey in the unlikeliest of ways. I would definitely be up for reading something like this again in the future!!! 🥹 P.S. Like Sugar? Pure serotonin to the brain ugh they are SO stupid in love. Despite the obsessive, unhinged nature of their relationship, you know it’s cute shit like this that keeps them going back to each other time and time again, till the rest of eternity. Loved it so much ❤️

Ahh dungeon anon, I was so curious to see what you'd think about this one and I'm so happy it didn't disappoint!

Armand is such a little drama club kid. I loved getting to let him relive his theater days and do a little roleplay, which I think was more fun for him than being on stage would ever be. He gets to roleplay with Daniel, his favorite test subject, and man he commits to the bit! He's so fun and so scary in that way.

I love that you squirmed right along with Daniel, haha that's the best kind of compliment, knowing the reader felt exactly what the character was feeling. But that's why I'm liking writing harder kinks with them in specific. It's not about the action itself, it's about the trust and intimacy and learning to let your guard down to let someone see all of you. You could sub in any kink here and give Daniel the same experience, and that's why it's so them. They're weird, they're in love, they'll do anything to get close!

Armand really is such a little bastard in this one haha He knows exactly what he's doing and he's a hypocrite! Telling off Daniel for being difficult and dramatic when he's the most difficult and dramatic little beast in town! No wonder Daniel drinks, living with this guy.

Daniel asking to take the speculum home was a favorite thing for me. Like the reveal that he loved doing something he hated the experience of just because it reaffirmed to him his trust for Armand? Huge! And I think inside Armand wonders if Daniel only puts up with this shit for the blood so having Daniel ask that made him feel good too. It confirms for him that Daniel does love to suffer at his hand.

I'm so happy you loved it!! I loved writing it, I want to take them to difficult places more often. And having the reader trust me like Daniel trusts Armand? Huge ego stroke, I feel so happy!

(and I love that you loved the cute shit too- that was fun to write, just pure sweetness and sharing an experience. Armand makes Daniel fuckin cry with a speculum and then kisses his slushie mouth on the steps- that's the duality of them, they get the full range of experience together. I love them so much!)

Thank you for the super sweet message as always ♥

[heloflor]

You know, the more I think about it, the more baffled I am that Jimmy is sometimes forgotten when talking about Craig’s gang. I mean, not only had he been part of said gang since it started becoming a thing, but Jimmy is also probably the sixth more important kid character behind the main 5.

(I’d like to point out that I haven’t gone through the tags of those characters in a long time so I have no idea if this is still going on. For all I know this issue is old news. On that note, my intention here is NOT to start any discourse. Actually I think subconsciously I just wanted to point out how present Jimmy is in the show because I find it interesting to notice 🤔).

After all, on top of seeing him with Craig, Clyde and Tolkien (“Ginger Kids”, “Fun Times with Weapons”, “The Magic Bush”, “Lice Capades” etc), he’s also been seen hanging out with the main 5 as part of the sixth friend like in “Pee”, “Super Fun Time”, “W.T.F.”, “The China Problem” or “Band in China”.

Then there’s also his involvement in season 5, the season he was introduced, + several episodes centered around him like “Fishsticks”, “Erection Day”, or the last few episodes of season 19. Also, while Clyde tends to be the character used when they need a secondary character talking in a scene, Jimmy was shown pretty often talking in scenes like those as well, like him being the one doing the talking to Craig in “The Magic Bush” or him being the person Stan asks to talk to Wendy in “Raisins” or even that one deleted scene from “Reverse Cowgirl”. And let’s not forget the few episodes he has with Timmy and Nathan.

Seriously, I’m pretty sure Jimmy is more of a major character than Tweek, who became part of the main cast for half a season !

  Tbh, I think the reason why it bothers me is because, the more I think about it, the more I start thinking that it has less to do with Jimmy possibly being harder to draw/write to some people and more to do with him being disabled.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m very much aware that main/major characters aren’t always fan-favorites or even the fandom’s priority (just look at T//OH fandom’s interest for Hun//ter or the P/n/F fandom with Do//of and Per//ry for example). Hell, I’m part of this crowd as well sometimes (Cav and Dak from M//ML, with my fics almost never mentioning Mi//lo).

But given the fandom’s liking of Craig’s gang, it does raise a few questions when such a major character gets forgotten without much explanation (again, if someone simply struggles with drawing or writing him, I can understand. Though it sucks if he’s not even mentioned or acknowledged as part of the group).

(And yes I know Jason is constantly forgotten, but tbf he was pretty much only part of the group for one episode. Plus, as of S23, he’s canonically dead)

[bonvoyagenoona]

the kim babies are so cuteeeee of course they got scared of some faulty piping in the bathroom thinking it was the bogeyman with chains 😭💕💖💓💗💞 id like to believe that present-day adult seokjin still stands 10 toes down on it being a ghost because it’s the ~principle~ of it meanwhile joon being joon is like ‘no it’s not hyung’ as if he didn’t used to have his tiny hands over his eyes scared just like in that drabble 😂😂 i want to explode from their cuteness aaahhhh how did mr. and mrs. kim manage to NOT explode from their babies’ adorableness and cuteness???? or maybe they always shared their babies’ shenanigans of the day every night in bed with each other?? i hear that’s what usually devoted parents do, that they always talk about what their kids were up to that day in bed before they go to sleep 🥺🥺

also, that new chapter snippet!!! i’m so curious,, how much does yoongi know about ‘Sadness Girl’ (😂😂) i wonder ??? aaah yoongi… is it weird that i sort of wish he got his own story of meeting his very own future mrs. min?? he exudes such calm patience he’d make a very good husband!! 💞💗🥰🥰

I’m so happy you liked the snippet! You’ll definitely find out more! And oof, you’re definitely not the only one who wants a Yoongi spinoff! (I think there’s another drabble that’s tagged something like “it’s called a map of mrs. kims not a map of mrs. mins”... there is also an “a map of mrs. mins” tag now... the desire is strong)

And I’m so glad you loved that drabble! Eeee! They are super cute! And that drabble is a piece of peripheral backstory that idk I just like? And I think you’re right about devoted parents essentially “debriefing” on their kids every night lol. As far as what they all think it is today, well---

Jin: Ghost. Bogeyman. Something evil. Yes. Definitely.

Namjoon: Hyung.

Jin: What?? PIPES DON’T SOUND LIKE THAT.

Namjoon: Well, of course they don’t! When they’re working right!

Jin: How long has our family owned and lived in that house? And how long has that sound been there?

Taehyung: (mildly interested) Wait, no, yeah, how long?

Namjoon: What’s more likely -- an evil spirit, or Appa just being too adamant about being able to fix things around the house for free?

Jin: What’s more likely -- a ghost, or, yeah, it’s totally a ghost?

Namjoon: (sigh)

Jin: You’re so confident?? Go piss in that bathroom.

Namjoon: W-what?

Jin: You heard me. Go. Piss. In that bathroom. Right now.

Namjoon: ...

Jin: 👀

Taehyung:  👀 👀

Namjoon: But... I-I don’t have to... p-pee right now---

Taehyung: OH MY GOD IT’S TOTALLY A GHOST HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN LIVING IN DENIAL

Read A Map of Mrs. Kims / AMOMK here!